Тексты песен «Brandon Flowers»

The teacher had you write a letter, you were eight years old About the man that you'd become and the positions you'd hold But this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo Met in the Prelude Park at midnight Now...

[Verse 1] They shut down the Golden Sahara Hotel Jessica says it won't be long 'til they blow it all to hell She's standing in the front yard cut off and skins Me and her brother we been friends, since I can't remember...

[Verse 1] Well let's say that now's the time to start And blessed are the young at heart She's just here to look the part In the fruit of all this labor land On Friday nights and football stands Been fumbled by so many...

Me and Valentina went down to the chapel but the gates were shut I had my vows on my pocket and my gold plated ring for my honey love We headed down Tropicana to the corner with a late night restaurant We sat close from...

You woke up in the rusted frame Of a burned out old DeVille Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain But you can't keep 'em still The sun sets and you're afraid Of that itching in your skin You stumble...